the first encounter

I'm not sure whether I completely remember the whole things at the nursery when I was about 3 or 4 years old, but I remember riding in front of my grandpa's bicycle on the way to the nursery. I think it was one of the moment where I truly felt happy.

I remember my teacher and the Nannies to this very day they all were so kind and fun back then. I really am sad that I never got the chance to see them again.

It was when the teacher showed us all the pictures of animals, which were all an amusing site for a 4year old that all the kids attention were on it, except for me, I was all focused on the little cute thing that sat in front of me. It was my first ever time that i noticed him. From that day onwards I never took my eyes away from him.

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The mornings were pretty good, all the kids were allowed to play in the swing for some time and only after that the class begins.

One day while swinging, I clearly remember the rope getting twisted and next thing, I fell. It was a pretty hard hit and the first ever real accident I ever had and he was there too. Teacher along with 2 nannies held me took me to the hospital. I remember my mother waiting at the hospital I just saw a glance of her and i was immediately taken to this room full of nurses and they were trying lay me down, as I was screaming as hell. It was my chin that was bleeding out, as they were stitching it up it felt like eggshells being attached to my chin, and i remember calling the nurse a"dog". It was hell of a day, which I'll never forget.

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A few months later my grandpa bought a scooter and my ride just got upgraded. I was so proud of him, and then my mother started to practicing on it. Short after that she bagan to pick me up afternoon. I had minor accidents with both my mom and grandpa on the scooter, not to mention at the same site.

I didn't had any best friends back then and I was fine with it, didn't really think that l'm in need of one. I just knew few kids Harry, George, Austin and Him. George was the one with glasses, Austin was cute with his mushroom haircut and Harry, he lived around there, practically my neighbour then and also now.

To talk about him, I don't know what to say thinking about him makes my mind go blank. Aaron, that's his name. A cute square shaped head, white face with baby pink cheeks and curly brown hair and i remember it all too well. He was not like everybody else, he felt different to me. He was friends with Austin. They both were so cute back then.

I don't understand to this day why in the world would he ever come to my nursery which was like 9 miles from his current home. I know it is too cliche to think of it as fate, but I already carved that stereotype into my head a long time ago and there no way getting it out.

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